Bring It

[Verse 1]
I'm not your average type of rapper, with the verbal chit-chatter
I hit matter, making your whole backbone shatter split
Then turn around like that old-school type of break
And the earth shaking with the beats that Herbalise is making Freaking turn up my level ’til the shit starts speaking
Coming for the ass, like I miss on the heat sinking
I reckon I got you out double-checking the sleeve
Wish my songs extended like some chickens with weaves
I pass on the cash, don't skip in my stash on
The brainwaves setting my path to straight days, I hate that
Wait, it seems that the negative views
Got these fools going out for green, cloth and jewels
Tools to stimulate the mind, I keep polished like silver shine
Making the bottle up of emcees quiver
I can't deliver whole songs with no curse
Sendin’ rappers on their way like 60 segregated buses

[Chorus]
Bring it on if you wanna
The rap style's gonna
Hit ya back, split ya
Take ya back to the under
Bring it on if you wanna
The rap style's gonna
Hit ya back, split ya
Take ya back to the under
Bring it on if you wanna
The rap style's gonna
Hit ya back, split ya
Take ya back to the under
Bring it on if you wanna
The rap style's gonna
Hit ya back, split ya
Take ya down to the under, now

[Verse 2]
I bring it while ocean sips it singing
Ain't nothing in, vibrating ears 'till they start to ring it
Circulates like a centrifuge
Sometimes I pronounce names wrong like [?]
I go the extra mile just to catch [?]
Or brains without the aid of a TEC
Emcees putting protection like some worms and some [?]
Running lines like tip-saying, lyrical worker
[?] sorta version of this if it's on this
Coming cleaner than [?] or a box of [?]
[?] now, ain’t that terrible
Bite my rhyme style, crunch delicious, it’s edible
I'm incredibly nice, the mic device feedback twice
Resurrecting the skills like Christ
I don’t blaspheme, I just say what my ass means
Take it the wrong way and get hit with the blast, fiend
For cash if you wanna, the lead team of runner
Spoke and scam to have your crew taken down in under
Energy's potentially kinetic, your style's pathetic
Claiming self understadin' but you just don’t get it

[Chorus]
Bring it on if you wanna
The rap style's gonna
Hit ya back, split ya
Take ya back to the under
Bring it on if you wanna
The rap style's gonna
Hit ya back, split ya
Take ya back to the under
Bring it on if you wanna
The rap style's gonna
Hit ya back, split ya
Take ya back to the under
Bring it on if you wanna
The rap style's gonna
Hit ya back, split ya
Take ya down to the under, now

[Outro]
I break the microphone with the superfly delicious hyper tone
Enter the writer zone, bugging light when I riding on
Now we can do this any way you wanna bring it
I rhyme, scratch, produce or even sing it
I caress the mic, finesse like The Lord
Blessed pens to write verse, strike back like a light sword
Hittin' the chord, pseudo lyricists will get floored
You can't swing it, and If you think so
Then bring it